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  • If time runs on like a great long river, and if the events within it, weigh heavy as grounded stones or light as feathers. Then as they travel with us, tied by the invisible red threads we were accorded at the start of our own personal rivers and which we weave as we see fit. Will they meet, at differing points, once again?

    I mean, say, if a metaphorical feather set sail earlier than a metaphorical stone. Like elemental pooh sticks?

    I hope not.

    Some things are best left upstream. Even if they were feathers.

    (photo credit: Derek Lyons -
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